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Re: JELO IS A F*CKIN ROCKSTAR [aka event review AT PHOENIX]
ya ew the hip hop is nasty makes me grumpy, i quit smoking for the night cause they mixed us with THEM ew not fair and total culture shock coming from hard dirty bass beats to people fuckin on the patio....just aint right and aint gonna work.
the staff was nice? WOW im glad they were for ya lol ps/ the female bar service is getting worse and worse. the brown haired girl on thursday would NOT serve she just kept playing with her hair while the blonde had to serve all night then saturday the blonde was an idiot!! i order mine and josh's drink she goes OH I KNOW WHAT THE DJ WANTS I'LL MAKE IT! im like um...do it up then, so i tell the other bartender (my friend jess) "she's pretty new huh" she laughs and says yes.
outside afterwards she looks at me weird i said so ur new im amanda nice to meet you i've been coming for years thanks for making that drink for my friend josh
she says "josh? all puzzled" i said ya THE DJ
she disappeared LOL!
snotty london is funny stories to be told i tell ya!
and the n00bs do think it's trance u dont prance or as i call it do aerobics to dirty beats especially in a jam packed room where ur leg kicking out is just inappropriate. ya im judgemental so what LOL!
i also have the most fun out of everyone nyah nyah
hehe
had kick ass times ur a trooper M two nights in one weekend and we killed the dancefloor cause...
that's how we do!
nice to meet ya shawn
im crippled and still no brain power i think my review says it all tho nothing to add to it hehe
| quote: | Originally posted by Misanthrope
Huge major bigass thanks to Shawn. 
more gibberish to come later.
I need sleep.
Of course,
Amanda and Michelle are fucking awesome.
JELO FUCKING RAWKED
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Somewhat of a review:
It's about 10:30pm. We've finally reached our destination. London.
After my crap sense of direction, Shawn happens to find some awesome free parking.
We get out, fuck it's chilly. We walk near the club. Cattles of people. There are two HUGE fucking line ups. WTF.
Guys are all dressed the same. White pin stripe collar shirts paired with jeans and black leather shoes. Ladies are sexy. We saw a couple stumble over. meow. Very lively.
Fuck it, I told Shawn we can wait till Josh comes and go in with him. [So we wouldn't have to wait in line].
Anyway, we started roaming around - it was kinda cool like a little adventure. We tried to find a Tim Hortons. I finally asked a lady and she said there was one down the street.... "if it's still opened". :|
Turns out it was closed. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Anyway, walking around in downtown, London. I must say I was quite impressed. We had past by a gay club, a rippers, a reggae and couple of happening pubs and bubs. Shawn finally picked a pub to hang out at for a bit.
The atmosphere felt very much like walking into a high school cafeteria. Grabbed a table, sipped on our burrrrrs. yum.
Oops. I missed a text message. Shit. I get Shawn to chug my beer. Off we go.
I first approached the bouncer, like a n00b asking if I was on the list or some shit - told go near the side entrance.
So I wasn't on the list. bahahahaha, whatever. They were very nice to Shawn and myself. I was quite impressed.
The security were not rude to us at all. In fact, they were really friendly.
Anyway, we walk in. HOLY COW. Big loud, hip hop part of the club. BOOF BOOF. BOOF BOOF - wind ya batty.
It was PACKED. It was bumpin, humpin. My Mission: To get Shawn and I across the dancefloor. I grab him and we weave in and out of the ass and titties.
FINALLY - we get to the basement. My only two complaints about this club.
ONE - the floor was incredibly sticky. It was awful. You really got a work out from dancing cause you really had to lift yer feet up to move. Some parts of the floor were ok.
TWO - incredibly slow bar service. Less skin and more pour please. Whatever. Thanks to Shawn - I got my fill. 
I saw Amanda and Michelle at the end of the bar. yaaaaaay - but booze first.
The dj beforehand was pretty wicked, I don't know his name. The basement is full, but not packed.
It was fun dancing next to Amanda and Michelle - as Amanda makes fun of all the n00bs. Something along the lines, they think this is trance. teee heee heee
Lo and behold, in walks in JELO.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
holy cow. did that bitch kick the shit out of those speakers.
we dance...and danced....and danced....and danced.... until the lights came on.
I can't even remember any of the tracks. Let tell you something. Not one person in that room was still. Everyone was screaming, dancing, fists punched into the air - all night long.
you know what our Jelo did?
DID YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID?
He stopped the music, thanked us as usual for coming out [while some london n00b kept yelling TTTTT DOTTTT TTT DOOT]
Made us screamed till our throats were hoarse - demanding he plays ONE MORE TRACK! ONE MORE TRACK! ONE MORE TRACK!
What does he do? play for another THIRTY MINUTES. I almost died. Amanda, Michelle, Shawn and I were all dancing.
I was doing my pixie-hopped-up-on-a-lot-of-redbull-dance and bobbed my head until it fell off.
what a great night!
I wish that set was recorded.
London people really know how to rawk with their cawk out.
<3
Conclusion of the night:
Shawn is awesome for taking me. Otherwise, i would have stayed home sleeping.
I love Amanda and Michelle, if I lived in London I would be love to be their third wheel. teeeeee heee.
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if u aint sweatin, you aint dancin! house is life!
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